****Super Land Swipe**** -- End ~ Mafia Win
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AndyDufresne
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As many members spit accusations at one another in the Hotel Dining Hall, the heat began to rise. Bogusbet throws up his arms in frustration and stomps out of the room. On the way past the door he shoves many large oak chairs to the ground, splintering them into pieces. As he exits the Hall he slams the old mahogany doors, nearly ripping them off their hinges. AK_iceman sits on a stool, steaming from all his speak. After a few moments he exits the Hall through a side door. Wicked looks exasperated and distraught as she walks out onto the balcony and decends the stairs to the pool below. Freetymes trudges over to the mahogany doors and rips the handles off the doors. He drops them to the floor and pushes through the old doors. Marv slowly rubs his face and with a tired sigh he exits through the another side door on the opposite side of the room. Houssam sits at a small table, an untouched cup of green tea in hand, rethinking the day's events. He gets up from the chair and as he turns around he stumbles over a box of green tea. Houssam falls flat onto his steaming green tea and passes out. Marv, Freetymes, wicked, and AK_Iceman all meet up in the Hotel Bar. After a few minutes of discussion they each look at one another solemnly. Freetymes strolls to Houssam's room and knocks on the door, but there is no answer. Marv checks all of the the available restrooms, but Houssam isn't found. Wicked and AK_iceman go back to the Dining Hall to search for his trail, and find him on the ground. Marv and Freetymes join Wicked and AK_iceman at the entry way to the Dining Hall. After a few moments of gaining courage, they all strolled over to him together. He started rise from the ground but Freetymes slams his elbow straight in Houssam's back. Wicked jumps on his back and starts to strangle him from behind. Ak_iceman holds his kicking legs. Marv gathers up some of the green tea and stuffs Houssam's mouth with it to muffle the screams.
HoussamtheGreat, Superman (Townie), rests green on the red carpeted floor, mouth stuffed with the tea that did him in--his kryptonite.
Let the Fourth Night begin! Send in your night choices.
--Andy
HoussamtheGreat, Superman (Townie), rests green on the red carpeted floor, mouth stuffed with the tea that did him in--his kryptonite.
Let the Fourth Night begin! Send in your night choices.
--Andy
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Day Four
The few remaining weary convention goers open their tired eyes. Sounds of footfalls bounce and echo throughout the well decorated halls. Finely dressed bell boys collect various suitcases and backpacks and send them away with their respective owners. Freetymes stretches for a few moments and then dresses. He heads down to the main convention floor to take a look at his VIP booth. As Freetymes leaves his room AK_iceman stumbles out with a sobering cup of coffee. After he shakes himself a little, he regains his thought and movement and follows behind Freetymes. Marv stretches, smiles, and sits up in his bed. He packs his belongings and cleans up the room a little. A few moments later Marv descends the balcony stairs to the pool below. Wicked steps out her balcony door and says hello to sun as she gracefully and carefree descends the steps, one by one. Freetymes and AK_iceman look around at the main convention floor. Many of the convention goers are now packing up their booths and heading home. They both find their respective booths and sit for a few moments, reflecting over the past few days. Marv and Wicked walk past the pool and the early morning lap swimmers toward the side VIP parking lot. AK_iceman and Freetymes pack up their booths, and as the walk by one of the remaining ones they see something that triggers their minds. They both slink closer to the booth to investigate what they already know has happened.
On the red carpeted floor rests Bogusbet, Flash (Townie - Vigilante), chained, bruised, and bloody. Dragged behind a vehicle, unable to keep speed due to his lack of working legs.
At the sight of Bogusbet, Freetymes and AK_iceman grab one another. Part out of sadness, part out of not wanting to let the other go in case they were the culprit. But after closer inspection, a small note is seen folded in Bogusbet's hand. AK_iceman kneels down to pick it up and Freetymes sits cross legged on the floor next to him.
Just as Freetymes and AK_iceman finish reading the note, Wicked and Marv speed out of the VIP lot, headed south toward the border. Convertible near stuffed full of collectibles and memorabilia. As Wicked turns on to the Interstate South, Marv slips his arm around her and they both drive off, laughing their villianous laughs, into the distant rising sun.
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The Phantom descends the red carpeted stairs and sits in the Hotel Lobby. After he orders a small cup of coffee and a little breakfest, he leans back in his chair and places his hands behind his head and speaks:
--Andy
The few remaining weary convention goers open their tired eyes. Sounds of footfalls bounce and echo throughout the well decorated halls. Finely dressed bell boys collect various suitcases and backpacks and send them away with their respective owners. Freetymes stretches for a few moments and then dresses. He heads down to the main convention floor to take a look at his VIP booth. As Freetymes leaves his room AK_iceman stumbles out with a sobering cup of coffee. After he shakes himself a little, he regains his thought and movement and follows behind Freetymes. Marv stretches, smiles, and sits up in his bed. He packs his belongings and cleans up the room a little. A few moments later Marv descends the balcony stairs to the pool below. Wicked steps out her balcony door and says hello to sun as she gracefully and carefree descends the steps, one by one. Freetymes and AK_iceman look around at the main convention floor. Many of the convention goers are now packing up their booths and heading home. They both find their respective booths and sit for a few moments, reflecting over the past few days. Marv and Wicked walk past the pool and the early morning lap swimmers toward the side VIP parking lot. AK_iceman and Freetymes pack up their booths, and as the walk by one of the remaining ones they see something that triggers their minds. They both slink closer to the booth to investigate what they already know has happened.
On the red carpeted floor rests Bogusbet, Flash (Townie - Vigilante), chained, bruised, and bloody. Dragged behind a vehicle, unable to keep speed due to his lack of working legs.
At the sight of Bogusbet, Freetymes and AK_iceman grab one another. Part out of sadness, part out of not wanting to let the other go in case they were the culprit. But after closer inspection, a small note is seen folded in Bogusbet's hand. AK_iceman kneels down to pick it up and Freetymes sits cross legged on the floor next to him.
Dear Fellas,
We are glad that we could make your aquiantance. We are pleased that both of you, and all of the rest of the VIP convention goers, attended this year's Super Land Convention. We wouldn't have wanted it any other way. And now that we've taken revenge for the poor death of Sully, there is no need to stick around anymore. We hope you both have super lives, you outlived the odds better than the others, be thankful for that.
Signed,
Wicked, Marv
Just as Freetymes and AK_iceman finish reading the note, Wicked and Marv speed out of the VIP lot, headed south toward the border. Convertible near stuffed full of collectibles and memorabilia. As Wicked turns on to the Interstate South, Marv slips his arm around her and they both drive off, laughing their villianous laughs, into the distant rising sun.
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The Phantom descends the red carpeted stairs and sits in the Hotel Lobby. After he orders a small cup of coffee and a little breakfest, he leans back in his chair and places his hands behind his head and speaks:
"Remember, there are no real fantasy superheroes or supervillians, just every day people who slide into those roles."
--Andy
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As you can tell, the Mafia have fulfilled their Win Condition. Good game everyone! Thanks for participating in the Super Land Swipe! As always, I had a lot of fun Moding.
So the count currently looks to be 1-1-1... with the Townies winning the first, the second I count as a draw, and the Mafia winning the third. I wonder how the record will be like over the next few games...stay tuned!
As always, keep your eyes out for my next game. My tentative plans are to start one after January 1st, 2007. I'm extremely looking forward to my next, and I hope you are all too! So be on the look out, and feel free to sign up for my next!
Thanks everyone,
--Andy
So the count currently looks to be 1-1-1... with the Townies winning the first, the second I count as a draw, and the Mafia winning the third. I wonder how the record will be like over the next few games...stay tuned!
As always, keep your eyes out for my next game. My tentative plans are to start one after January 1st, 2007. I'm extremely looking forward to my next, and I hope you are all too! So be on the look out, and feel free to sign up for my next!
Thanks everyone,
--Andy
And I would like to thank Andy V much for a great game, hope I am in on the next one but totally understand the need to let others in on the act.
Well done, I know I appreciate all the hard work you do for these.
May the town take it down
Unless we are all clowns
Mafia look out
Your not all thats about
Man I'm terrific
Well done, I know I appreciate all the hard work you do for these.
May the town take it down
Unless we are all clowns
Mafia look out
Your not all thats about
Man I'm terrific
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wicked wrote:BTW IC, there was no godfather role this time, which is why I shared it.
I had wicked pinned(I was playing along from home), but I didnt want to overcross the bounds by posting that wicked could have been doing that to throw you off because there wasn't a godfather role.
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